My name is Del, and I am a Hypno.
I know what you might be thinking, but I'm used to it, the same old spiel about Hypnos.
I could tell you I'm different, but it's not enough to just say it, right?
I spend most of my days out here in Lostlorn, just existing, that is, my interaction with humans is limited to say the most, I've taken to disguising myself so people would just think I'm weird, concealed... I'd much prefer that to them knowing the truth about me.
I have a friend out here, though, she's a Zoroark, she sort of runs the place, and I am so thankful for her presence, it keeps me feeling secure, blanketed by illusion.
My home is not much to speak of, it's a Tree I hollowed out with my own two hands... It sounds less impressive when one realizes my two hands were manipulating psychokinetic energy at the time, but that's beside the point, my home is a hollowed out tree, with a spiraling staircase leading to a roof platform I put together so I could overlook the forest, and see Nimbasa... sometimes I swear the people on the Ferris Wheel can see me, but then I remember, to everyone outside the forest, the platform just appears as the top of yet another tree.
sometimes I wish they did see me, though, because the expressions I can see are not ones of panic, or horror, it's of people, thinking of the future, thinking of others, thinking of love... I suppose I should mention, I have a preference for humans over other pokemon, I haven't had any experience to back that up, it's just something I know... I long to BE one, a human, afterall, then I wouldn't feel the need to hide myself.
That's enough of my story for now, I have some things to do, the sun has set, I have dinner to think of.
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'the bird's flown off already'
I think to myself, as I descend the spiral staircase,
'sharing my story, even if no-one's there to hear it, makes it easier to share, I guess'
I reach the bottom of the stairs, before heading out to the forest, opening and closing the wooden 'door' at the front of my home, before looking about, yes, this is Lostlorn forest alright, so empty, so silent...it had it's own serenity about it, but not one I always wanted.
I shake my head, before heading out of the forest, as it was night, I wouldn't have to worry about seeing people on my way to Marvellous bridge, my fishing spot, once again, not as impressive as it seems, I do most of this via psychokinesis.
I travel through the checkpoint, no-one here, good...they had families to think of, after all, people to go home to...
The thoughts have been pretty fierce lately, the want, I rub my head, doing my best to ignore it as I take my seat on marvellous bridge, looking out into the clear sea below.
a School of Basculin passing through, wonderful...
I invision a hook in the water, which I yank up when the unsuspecting fish passes right over it, I was efficient, not wanting the creature to suffer any more than it had to.
so, I had my fish, and I got back to my feet, heading back to the forest, not even bothering to second guess myself, to see where the people WERE, I didn't need any more reminders for the day.
upon reaching my home back in lostlorn, I get to work, scaling and gutting the basculin, before skewering it, and setting it over a fire I started in a pit just outside my home, I made the pit large enough to facilitate several pieces of food, in itself, another reminder of how alone I am... damn my mind, right now, no matter what I do, I can't shake the thoughts, but who would even be interested in someone like me?
After the fish was done cooking, I take my lonesome meal inside after putting out the fire, its purpose served.
Inside, I eat, making haste in this, I was eager for sleep tonight, at least in my dreams, I would have something, yes?
the day was done, my belly was full, it was time for my respite...